Today for the first time after my knee injury I was able to
jump rope. It felt good and it is a fast pace aerobic exercise. I have not
started jogging again as that what caused it to flare up last time. I will wait
a little longer and see if tomorrow I will pay with pain for the rope jumping.
If not, at least I can do some high intensity aerobic and hopefully get off
this plateau I hit.
Monday, September 12, 2016
I came to the realization that empathic people like me would be better alone which is in itself a contradiction. If you are empathic, it is because you feel what other people are feeling so how can you be alone. But because of that empathy, you also get attached at a deeper level to your friends and more than friends. Or so you consider them because of the deeper connection YOU feel. Unfortunately, if they do not feel the same, they will drift away and you are left with a void that cannot be replenished.
Maybe it would work better if an empathic person could find another empathic person as friend... but how rare is that?
Another thing that can hurt a lot is how people use words without really considering their true meaning. Love for example is continuously misused. Is it really love or just a phase because you are temporarily attracted to someone either physically or because of their attentions toward you or because you believe they represent something it was missing in your life? Or maybe it is a lie just to have fun. And lies hurt the most. I will leave it at that.
Words are powerful. Words should be used with proper intent.
Not many people do that. So actions are more important than words. Actions are the words of the empathic person. Words and actions have the same importance and they have to match.
Very rare indeed.
So here is the conundrum: would it be better for an empathic person to isolate him or herself to avoid getting hurt? But if you are indeed empathic, do you realize how hard that is?
Fucked if you do, fucked if you don't.
I am who I am and I am fucked. Not in the good way either.
Friday, September 9, 2016
Life has a strange sense of humor sometimes. And yes am being sarcastic, so not humorous at all.
This was supposed to be the “Year of the Taurus”. I guess they forgot to say
that does not apply to all Tauruses. A small percentage will have the “Year
that Taurus will try to forget”.
No reason to dwell in something I cannot control, right?
Easy to say and it would just make sense and be logical to not be bothered by
what you cannot control. I tell this to other people and mostly I am able to
follow this precept, but my mind keeps racing back to a couple of experiences
and situations; keeps churning, keeps digging in my memories … Keeps bringing
shit up.
Everything seems to keep remind me of these situations: an
old song; the words of a song I never heard before, but they are creepingly “appropriate”;
a fucking finance business with the name of another city and staring at me as
billboard; a Pepsi because the fucking restaurant does not have cokes in the
sodas machine … I know that it is my mind looking for those things, but can I have
a break?
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